Reagan's POV
Thank God Nick finally lowered the gun. The moment Dad snatched it from his hand, I could breathe again—barely. My chest still heaved like I'd just survived drowning.
Vicky and Liam didn't just lead him away; they practically dragged him back toward the mansion, his fury radiating through the air like a storm that hadn't passed yet.
I won't lie. Nick terrified me.
For a moment, staring into his eyes felt like staring down death itself. The rage there wasn't just anger—it was grief, desperation, and a fire so raw it could burn through bloodlines. I honestly thought that was it for me. I thought I was going to die.
As his figure disappeared into the dark, my knees gave out. My back, still pressed against the cold tree trunk, slid down until I hit the ground with a thud. I stayed there, trembling, my palms digging into the dirt as the adrenaline drained out of me.
